Mine was my usual monthly phlebotomy, where I have to go to a medical center loaded with screened but possibly infected people, have a needle the size of a post-hole digger (exaggeration) stuck into my arm, and have half a pint of my blood sucked out. But I love the nurses there, after 3 years I know them well and have enormous respect for everything they do. Sadly, I can’t even donate the blood because it’s full of the mutagenic medication I have to take to treat my Polycythemia Vera. I would have liked to do a little shopping after, but took a pass because of, you know, Black Friday.
November 09, 2016
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